Tell me the old, old story

1
Tell me the old, old story,
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
  Of Jesus and His love;
Tell me the story simply,
  As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
  And helpless and defiled.
  Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
    Of Jesus and His love.
2
Tell me the story slowly,
  That I may take it in—
That wonderful redemption,
  God’s remedy for sin;
Tell me the story often,
  For I forget so soon,
The “early dew” of morning
  Has passed away at noon.
3
Tell me the story softly,
  With earnest tones and grave;
Remember I’m the sinner
  Whom Jesus came to save;
Tell me the story always,
  If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
  A comforter to me.
4
Tell me the same old story,
  When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
  Is costing me too dear;
And when the Lord’s bright glory
  Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
  “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”
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Lynn

Cross Lake, Manitoba, Canada

On Sunday, January 5, 2014 two hours before her passing. My dear mother said she wanted to pray and she requested a song which she repeated four times "Tell me the old, old story" with a laugh and smile on the 4th. She went to be with the Lord that afternoon 4:50 p.m.


Scott

Oklahoma, United States

I have fond memories of my grandma singing this as she did dishes looking out the window with a smile on her face.


Renne

love it.


Sarah Anne Rolofs

Ochtrup, Munsterland. Northrhein Westfalen, Germany

I love the old story, because we sang it in sunday school, I am now 69 yrs. old, and I was going down memory lane, and thought about the old story. Wonderful!


Egil Sjaastad

Oslo, Norge, Norway

That song was sung during my childhood - in Norwegian revival circles. It goes in me to the heart!